I am not to speak of our mission before the Chateaugay is out of sight of land," said the detective, looking into the eyes of the young man with a gaze which seemed to reach the soul, for he was doubtless measuring the quality and calibre of his associate in the mission, as he called it, in which both were engaged.

"I knew your father very well in Paris," he added, withdrawing his piercing gaze.
"Then you are the gentleman who found the stewardess of the Bellevite when she ran away with a bag of French gold at Havre ?" said Christy, opening his eyes.
"I have the honor to be that person," replied Mr.Gilfleur, with one of his graceful bows.

"It was a difficult case, for the woman was associated with one of the worst thieves of Paris, and it took me a month to run them down." "Though I was a small boy, I remember it very well, for I was on board of the Bellevite at the time," replied Christy.

"I know that he was very enthusiastic in his praise of the wonderful skill of the person who recovered the money and sent the two thieves to prison.

I understand now why my father sent to Paris for you when he needed a very skilful person of your profession." "Thank you, Mr.Passford; you know me now, and we shall be good friends." "No doubt of it; but here comes the captain, and I have a word to say to him," added Christy, as he touched his naval cap to the commander.
"Allow me to introduce to you my friend Mr.Gilfleur, whom my father employed in Havre six years ago." The captain was as polite as the Frenchman, and gave him a hearty reception.